Title: Whispering Winds: A Poetic Ode to Hawthorn
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Whispering Winds: A Poetic Ode to Hawthorn
In fields of green where whispers wend,
Beneath the azure, the hawthorn bends,
Its blossoms fair, like snowflakes kiss,
In fragrant breezes, they dance in bliss.
Oh, hawthorn sweet, in the morning light,
With petals soft, in the dawn's delight,
Your thorny arms, a shelter true,
Embrace the day with a verdant hue.
Through whispered tales of ancient lore,
You stand sentinel, forevermore,
Guardian of secrets, silent and wise,
Beneath your boughs, the heart complies.
When summer fades and autumn weaves,
Your crimson berries, the soul relieves,
A feast for birds in the misty morn,
As nature's cycle is gently born.
Oh, hawthorn dear, in the twilight's gleam,
You linger still, a poet's dream,
With whispered promises of hope's embrace,
In your arms, we find solace and grace.